There’s a man with an ostrich,he’s got it on a lead;he’s taking it for a walk!I shouldn’t gawk. Now there’s a hawkand he’s going “squawk, squawk!”He coming at me.Woop, there goes my knee! The man with an ostrich,he’s got a cannon now.Ka-pow! Ka-pow!Ooft, fuck, shit, OW! For fuck’s sake,now there’s an owl!“Have you seen the news?”Then he goes for a snooze. We’re in a blender.Life over.Return to sender.I’m a clover!
is it a single request? is it an infinite hard quest? what is this pain deep in my chest? I drive for miles every day I drive this lupping lonely way what is this rhyme I always play? I count from one up to a lot I count some serious some not where do you see me tie my knot? why end some starts, then start some ends? why add a minus then abstruct ands? why regret faces than face regrets? did I misspel it? did I mean to? d...
A bubbling pit of shit,you shouldn't go near it,but there was this tit,who went near it. Curiosity was written upon his face,so he took up his maceand peered upon the waste.His nostrils were filled with it,"Poo, it really is a pit of shit!"He said as he gazed upon the pit.A hungry hawk flew above,"Mmm, I'm sick of dove,"the hawk licked his lips,and flicked out his tallon tips.With a swoop, he headed towards the pile o' po...
Teagle was carried off by an eagle,so that together,they could eat a beagle. When sitting down to eat their beagle,they saw a someone."Hey, you," said Teagle, "you free wee girl?"The girl just laughed like a maniac,for in reality, she was an insaniac. "Teagle, take your eagle and eat your beagle on a bagel!" Teagle wasn't too happy, though, to be fair, he was wearing a nappy...Which was really very crappy. His eagle frien...
I should write a poem,So a poem I shall write, Though, actually, I don't feel too bright,So maybe I'll just take a flight.A flight to where?Now, that's a bugbear!I'll go to where I can hug a bear. I should watch out,Lest I get julienned,Or for me, it shall be the end.
Bleh, I’m tired,I I had a job,I’d be fired.Self employment,Isn’t much enjoyment,But screw the alternative: Deployment.My eyes are closing,Now I’m fallingAsleep. And in closing,I’m tired,but wish I was wired.Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
An interesting thought, Though like it you may not,Is the fact that a writer,Could be much shiter......Without proper use of grammar.And if it was illegal you’d be in the slammer,For using incorrect fucking grammar,So just be thankful, when you miss that commaThat you won’t be put in an everlasting coma.Respect the comma,To tame the coma,Love the semicolon,But spare the colon:Too many of these and you’ll be no lon(ger).Us...
No Title Yet Superlatives and adjectives, are words to describe. A verb-ing word is a doing term, behind which I can hide. Full stops and commas, I infuse, with words to halt or pause. Without such things, I'd soon be seen, writing, un-verbose? I get so tired of trying to be, thought of inter-est-ing, I use the words upon my page to try to say some-thing. Anything will do, to provoke you, into verbage or admission. When y...
Bartender Pour me some more Let me stumble through the back door Let the police Smell the poignant aroma of rhythm and blues Collide with my Genius creative expression Handcuff me for resisting being silent Check my breath for the bubbles of a drunken poet Spitting up words and rhymes Expressively with profanity of poetry Charge me with intoxication Verbal sensation Before the judge I plea guilty Poetic confinement recomm...
